#plug!tamsy

In one swift motion you hopped over the middle compartment to get to his back seats, sitting on the right side looking to him crawl his way to you like you were prey in a spider web he wove together just for you.

His blonde strands were stuck to his forehead from the temperature in the car heating up, and it was only going to get much worse. You watched him push both of the front seats up as far as they could go, sitting in the left side holding his leg up and the other on the floor, holding his twitching cock in his hands.

“Come clean ‘em off doll..show me what that mouth can do..” Tamsy grinned, waving his cream coated length around. You leaned your neck down to thick tip, still oozing pre cum down the vein, your impulses let you lick a stripe up against it, wrapping your wet lips over it to tease him with your tongue.

His moans merged with the bass of his car giving you more fuel to your teasing game, it was only right to finally pay him back for everything he’s done for you. The weed, the jacket, taking you home, listening to you talk on and on, it was time to follow through to every nasty little thought you had about him and his yellow eyes. It was like he was haunting you the way you shivered every time you said his name.

“You like when I hold it for you? Hmm?” He cooed, taking his free hand to cup the back of your head, guiding more inches inside of your throat to find your limit. You moaned around his shaft in response, catching a simple rhythm good enough to add your hand to help his, hitting a spot to cause spit bubbles to form.

“All the way to the back..all the way..” He spoke firmly, ignoring your coughs and gags only to take himself out just to put it back in.

“Let me train this throat to my size sweetheart..” He whispered, moving his hand from his shaft to the back of your skull, thrusting softly into your mouth.

You held your mouth open while sticking out your tongue so he could fit almost all of himself inside, curling your tongue by the sides so you could move your head back and forth, humming around it.

“Fucking mess..you’re such a fucking mess..” He huffed out, pumping into your throat with more force, gagging you again making you cough. You couldn’t stop even if you wanted to with how tight he was holding on to your neck.

Tamsy pulls himself out to examine the damage he had done to your face and mouth, tapping his sloppy dick on your tongue, stroking his tip to release the sweet beads of white all down your throat. There was no warning when he popped it right back in, fucking the cum deeper into your mouth letting you take over while he laid smacks to your ass.

“Good fucking girl, that’s my good girl cleaning up this mess. Clean—hah!~” He gasps out, throwing his head back against the backseat window feeling your hands and mouth swirl around his throbbing dick. Your tongue licks circles over his tip hole, stroking up and around while your other hand rubbed that swollen cunt, dripping on his seat.

The hotbox you and him created made that burning core buried deep in your stomach feel like you were floating on a euphoric cloud of lust and passion, itching to hear those whimpers you imagined many times before.

“Y-y/n..fuck! I’m so-keep sucking that dick..let me paint that pretty mouth..” He groaned, drilling his hips up inside, your throat relaxed enough for him to slide your face all the way to his belly button. The strains of saliva covered his thighs and the sides of your face sending another shot of cum flooding your cheeks, swallowing as much as you could.

“Fuck don’t you spit it out..keep it in your mouth.” Tamsy moaned, pushing you onto your back. You kept your mouth closed still full of his scent while he placed his hand on the tinted window, angling himself to the perfect position to plunge deep inside, yet he still tease your quivering hole by drawing circles around it, slipping in and out.

You couldn’t say shit with your mouth full so all you could do was whine, which was exactly what he wanted. After he couldn’t take the teasing anymore he sunk his warm length inside of your Tamsy stained walls as you felt them adjust back to his shape, dragging it in and out.

You whined once more from how hard he was sending you those long, passionate, strokes. It felt like he was confessing to you without having to open his mouth. The way his half lidded eyes focused on yours, making sure you didn’t spit anything out, making sure he was deep enough to make you scream well in the case, whine like a filthy puppy.

“You’re holding it so good for me mama, I know..oh i know beautiful. It’s right there?” He smiled, pressing the lower part of your stomach feeling his head poke through, over and over again.

Your tits bounced around in circles which caught his attention so he took his thumb to rub your nipples sending tiny zaps of pleasure deep within your core.

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes from the intense patter of a wave forming and crashing with each stroke, the burning feeling from inside felt like it was about to explode and your mind felt like melted ice in a bag.

“C’mere” Tamsy smirks , wrapping a hand around your throat, sticking his tongue inside of your mouth tasting what you two had done earlier, swallowing the rest with you. He continued to pound deep inside of that sopping wet pussy, moaning into your mouth as you tighten your walls around his shaft screaming his name like a pretty songbird.

“Oh god Tamsy! Handle yo shit..” You panted, wrapping your legs around him.

“You need me to take it baby?..”

“You can take it from me..” You moaned, looking down to see where the two of you connected, feeling every plunge being deeper than the last.

“Let me have it..let me-“ Tamsy grits his teeth, feeling your walls flutter again from another incoming orgasm, he picks up the pace to continue abusing that spot, causing your eyes to cross over each other.

“I’m cumming, Tam-T fuckkk!” Your cunt clamps down on him tight, pulling more white ropes inside of your womb while your stomach swelled up like it was making room for more.

“What did i tell you about being greedy? Hmm?” Tamsy spoke, tapping your belly lightly allowing more of your mixture leak out of you. He takes your legs into his hands, lifting your hips up to clean up the nasty mess he had left behind. Sliding his tongue right into that pulsating hole, gliding it up and down over your swollen clit.

You took your fingers to entangle them into his blonde strands, grinding your pussy all over his face, feeling his lip piercing rub over your soaked cunt. The sounds of him swallowing you whole filled your ears while his grip tighten on your hips, hoping he would leave a bruise.

“I thought about this for so long..” You muttered, guiding his head in a side to side motion so he could rub his face deep into your soaked folds. He leans up off of your cunt with a soft pop sound, gently letting two of his fingers explore your sweet juices.

“Tell me..what else did you fantasize about?” Tamsy asked, dipping two fingers into the slippery mess, keeping them straight.

“Just that..” You lied, bucking your hips up so he could find that spot again.

“Talk to me.” Tamsy said again, curling his fingers to reach that spongy button, pumping in and out once more. “Did you think about me fucking you to this?” He taunted, pumping faster.

“Hmm? Answer me Y/N, did you think about my fingers playing with this pretty pussy?” He smiled with lust, adding in a third finger.

“Yes! Y-yes I thought you saying my name..I thought..”

“Uh huh?”

“I thought about you pounding deep inside of me while telling me how dirty I am..”

“You want my voice in your ears? Telling you how you should play with it? How to take care of it for me?”

“It’s yours Tamsy..”

“Cum for me then, just like a filthy slut. I’m gonna have to deep clean these seats all because you wanted this dick.” He growled, holding your stomach with one hand while the other curled upwards, making your legs trembled from the intensity. Tamsy continues to hold them open, taking his fingers out to rub your messy folds back and forth coating his seats with more of your juices. He watched in awe as he continued rubbing, tapping your clit a few times with his fingers.

“You’re ready for him..” Tamsy mumbles to himself, grabbing your leg to flip you over on your knees, spreading your ass wide enough so his girthy length could sneak his way back inside. He took one hand to keep the arch in your back and the other to grip your neck to hold it up, softly pumping into you.

“Yes..yes…just like that Tamsy..” You cried out, trying with all your might to keep your back arched but the way he was impaling you on his dick made your cum filled stomach curl in.

“Such beautiful noises coming from a dirty little bitch, this is all you wanted huh?” Tamsy cursed again, circling his hips in a back and forth motion, watching your ass recoil.

“I-oh my-I can’t..”

“You can’t what?” He mocked back, slapping your ass to bring you back to reality. He held back so much in the beginning and made what he was doing earlier look like bible study. “You wanted to be a greedy little slut and now you can’t take it?”

The car squeaked on its hinges from how hard he rocked his hips into you, pushing your head down into the seats so it could eat all of your muffled cries.

“Let me hear you call on me, tell me you need this dick so i can fill that pussy up again, let me fucking hear you!” Tamsy yelled, yanking you back up so he could rut into that pudgy stomach, you could feel him protruding out of your belly as he wrapped his arms around yours placing his hands on top of your head, fucking you in a full nelson.

He was giving you his all.

Your walls tensed up again holding on to Tamsy’s dick as hard as it could, you wanted to milk him dry just so you could hear what he sounded like when he was out of love to give, but everytime you thought he had given everything he could, there was another flood waiting to burst open.

“Shit feels so—fuck-fuck me, fuck me like that Tamsy, cum deep in my—“

He muffled your cries by leaning down to kiss your puffy lips, like he was drawing them out of your body.

“FUCK, you feel so good squeezing that shit on me like that..come on lose it, nobody’s here but me, fall apart..” Tamsy coos, fucking up into you relentlessly in random bursts stopping once he pushed past your cervix emptying himself inside, causing your stomach to expand further.

Your lung shattering moans mixed in with his drawn out cries drowned out the music still playing in his car. The windows had fogged up to replace the hazy smoked filled car it was before you both went and mauled each other. Your thighs gave out and your body slipped from his full nelson hold to lay back on the seat, your chest heaving up and down.

Tamsy plops right beside you breathing heavily while his cock still stood tall, dripping with cum down that pretty vein. The two of you looked at each other, the music separating the silent glares you gave to one another.

“I’m-“

“That’s was-“

“No you go..” He said with a chuckle.

“I..needed that..” You sighed, looking up at his illuminating eyes in the rising sunlight, peeking over the roof of your house. “Shit, what time is it?” You said, blinking back into this reality.

“Do you have some where to be?”

“No, i’m off for the next two days..”

“Two whole days? I wonder what you’re gonna do with yourself..” He said with a small smile, hooding your chin up with a finger.

“Can I think about you touching me still? Or is this a one time kinda deal?”

“You can always think about me since i’ll be thinking of you, I don’t care if you got a man or not..you’re with me love.”

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I can make a story out of thissss if i wanted toooooo, is that something my house guests would like?? Oh please let me know and as always, i’ll imagine with you soon

Drunk!Jabber

-Whinyyyyyyyy

-Easier to sub while he’s a least 4 shots in

-Sloppy eater, the darker the liquor the better

-Oh listen to him sing when he slurring the words just a bit, it makes your cunt wanna curse.

-the sloppy thrusts? he’s letting you know that he’s focused enough to get you their and drunk enough to play in it for a while

-pouring that shit straight out the bottle right into your mouth, he likes holding your chin while he pours

-never catch him swaying, he gon find something to lean on

-drinks it straight out the bottle, fuck thinking about pouring that shit down his THROATTT, him licking his lips after???

-Yall know what they say, you can't feel shit when you drunk..this nigga goes right for that ass every time, you got a persoanl favortie belt he likes to use.

-biting, biting, BITINGGG

-Hair pulling?? Him wrapping those tatted fingers around your throat?? While he's a whiny, moaning mess??

Drunk! Tamsy

-very vocal no matter what he drinking

-prefers a cup, sipping instead of shots

-Will try to play it off but that slur in his soft ridden voice is too cute not to notice

-You thought he was cocky sober? Too may shots and he's grabbing on your face, pulling on your sweatspants talking about some "Let's play a game

-He's slurring his words but he knows what he talking about, playing with your tipsy mind convincing you that it was your fault he was hard.

"Look at you, only what? 1 cup in and you're practically dripping for me..you can't handle your liquor?"

-He's so manipulative under the influnce, I want him to toy with my mind while he laches a vibrator to my clit

-Sensoray Deprivation x Tamsy???? heeheheheheheheheeheh

Drunk! Onyan

-Quiet, he likes the feeling of sitting in it

-Don't let a good song come on the speakers, he's quiet but let r&b take over which either ends up in him passsing out in the bed or him pounding you in the sheets to Musiq Soulchild

-Hennessy, no further questions

-He's a beer drinker and always has a pack in the back of the fridge he digs in after work, and my god the massages you give this man after working on cars all day?? Oh my god Mechanic!Onyan?? You know that man is tired of you adn that engine light

-He's a dog off that hennessy, the grunts the growls, all i see is a cuban link dangling in my face while he's calling me all types of names..I love a man that can talk his SHITTTTT

-"C'mere pretty mama, I got you right here, stay with me..uh huh I'm right here baby." "Throw that pretty pussy for me.."

-I fear he may be the type to have a bottle collection somewhere in the kitchen, I think it's such a staple in a home fight me

-Rather get drunk at home then in public just so he can watch you go from the sweet, loud mouthed brat to a needy, desperate slut being tossed over his shoulders while he walks you into the house.

"I gotta-gotta get you home Ony.." You slurred, laying back on the cool sheets of his bed. He was leaning over but was stable enough to get you home..now he had something else to take care of..

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You all have been showing me so much love recently, I appreciate everybody reading my work..don't mind me drunkily thanking you all..I must compose myself..I have some visitors coming to the playhouse soon..heeheh and as always I'll imagine with you soon..

The colors of the city blur over the tinted windows of the dark blue BMW gliding past the busy streets, the bass of the music flooding the interior of the car as he keeps his eyes steady on the road, cutting a few glances at his phone flashing every couple of seconds.

It was a peaceful, yet busy night for Tamsy who had just gotten off of work, yawning to himself behind the wheel with his mind still turning gears, thinking of new designs for his clothing brand, they picked up in sales over the last month which meant more business for him and no time for himself.

The buzz of his phone kept pulling him in and out of the creative process he was trying to complete but he took it as a sign to ease his thinking and focus back on the road.

"Who's calling me this late?" He wondered to himself, stopping at a red light. This gave him the opportunity to check his phone, rolling his eyes in annoyance after he saw the contact name. The light turned green so he decided to deal with it later, he had a couple more stops to make before calling it a night.

Tamsy enjoyed riding around when there was no one else walking or patrolling through the streets, it cleared his mind after a hectic day at the store and he could clock in to his night job of dealing.

It helped pay some extra bills off on the side and his stuff was good enough to earn him a bit of a name around the neighborhood. He was word of mouth and that's how he preferred instead of posting his inventory on social media like his counterparts.

*ping*

Connie

Yoooo T, I need a huge favor, i aint in town im working with Eren tonite

I'm all out for the night..sorry bout that

Tamsy sent the text leaning back in the front seat sighing, looking over into the back seat at his bag full of weed. Some customers were a hassle to deal with, always trying to get a deal or spread his name around having random people call his phone and Connie was one of them.

damn, i was trying to hook my homegirl out, she usually get half from me but im outta town

where she stay?

He leaned up out of interest to cock his brow slightly, the usual suspects were his friend Jean or the hot head that lived across town.

y/n, she not too far from you I can send you her number. just stop by my spot to give her what I got, you can keep what she gives you.

no need. what's her number?

"I'm not going to his house.." Tamsy mumbled scrunching up his face, looking through the shiny ziploc bags covered with his original designs to see what he could give out for the night. He got the text with the girl's information and left it to marinate while he grabbed two bags, opening them both smoothly, transferring some nugs from one bag into the other, packing it to the brim.

It was a small gesture for newer customers so they wouldn't call his phone in two days saying they were running low,plus he felt bad that the girl was smoking bullshit so he felt like that was the right thing to do by hooking her up.

i preciate you, i'll hook you up next time i'm in town

Leaving the boy on read, Tamsy sent the location to his GPS, getting back into driving position on the way to the girl's house which was surprisingly not too far like Connie said. He drove right past an all night breakfast place where the line was wrapped around the block, the scent of freshly cooked waffles and bacon fueled his car and the growling stomach rumbling loud over his radio. He made a mental note to stop by to get something to eat.

The wheels crackled against the pavement of the girl's driveway with a couple of houses surrounding the block of the complex, her house was on the end with a light on showing that she was home. It was a decent neighborhood with a big playground illuminated by the moonlight, scattering shadows on the multicolored mulch.

outside.

Tamsy's face turned white from the bright phone screen being his only source of light, picking up a leftover blunt in his ashtray to light it with a strike of a match looking over to the screen door watching a thick figure walk up to the tinted window. Pressing the button with the tip of his finger, the window rolled down just enough to where his face could be seen.

"Y/n?" He asked, blowing smoke out of the car.

"Yeah, sorry for the late night call, I just got off work.." The warm voice poured in, adding to the sounds of the screaming cicadas and other nighttime animals near the woods he was parked by.

"Shit..."

She was a shorter woman with smooth dark skin, her eyes covered with eyeliner sharpened to the point, she had a bonnet hanging on her head while the rest of her full curls fell from underneath it. A small glint flung off of her charmed nails hanging by her thick hips swaying towards him.

He was starting to question her connections with Connie.

"You're good, you're ain't too far from my next stop." He said, pulling out the special ziploc bag from the backseat, dapping the girl up making sure he kept his hands away from the money in her hands.

"Connie not gon be in town for a while so this was what he had for you, I put some of my stuff in there to see if you like it.." He said softly, smiling with the blunt in his hand, putting his bag back in it's spot, placing the other hand on the gear shift.

She sucks her teeth signaling she probably knew what that meant.

“That’s fine, and take this please." She said softly, putting her hand through the window. “I don’t like owing anybody. I’m not tryna hear what Connie saying right now.”

"Connie don't speak for me, like I said you good. You got my number, call me if you need.." Tamsy said again, hitting play on his bluetooth so he could turn his neck around to back out of the driveway. He rolled up the windows to close himself into the hotbox, letting the bass vibrate the entire car.

The only thing on his mind was the breakfast spot he passed by earlier with the mermaid on the sign, he had one more stop to make before he indulged in soggy, syrup soaked waffles. Tamsy sped through the vacant traffic lights, watching them float under the ceiling of the car, pulling into a dirt road with a swift bump from the change of terrain.

He swayed with the vehicle until he reached a small house at the end, his front lights shining on the bricks underneath the house, pulling his bag out again for another customer.

*tap tap tap*

A brown skinned woman in a bright red custom made jacket with her name "Haven" in cursive on the back. Her nails were black, stiletto sharp tapping against her lowly lit phone screen, listening to the sound of the car window sliding down an inch, only showing his long blonde eyelashes through the smoky car.

"Hey T, he not in the house if you want to come in.." The voice spoke through the cracked window.

"I'm not on that tonight, it’s 100$” Tamsy repeated, his voice laced with annoyance while holding out the big bag.

“You charging me too? It’s like that?” The woman said, her jaw tightening as she tugged on the side of her hood, turning her face up.

“100$, Haven..”

“You can keep that lil weak shit, don’t even worry about it. I can’t believe you right now..” She spat, tapping her phone with her nails, texting someone. "You acting funny because of what happened? It was one time you knew what the- T? Tamsy-? Ta-?"

The blonde rolled up the window sucking his teeth at the dark blue haired woman's rants, pulling the gear into reverse so quickly he had to look twice to see if he put it into drive, either way the results would've left him satisfied. He started to think why in the hell did he come over here in the first place but he wanted to prove something and his hypothesis stood corrected.

He still hated her.

The next stop? Daija's Diner, open 24 hours.

Turning into the diner parking lot, the line still had a few people staggering around outside. The clubs were closed and the sun had just begun to open it's eyes to shine a sharp yellowish orange over the clouds, while the clock in the car flashed at 6:07 am. He couldn't be bothered with standing in the line just to get a seat so he called to have it picked up instead, he thought sitting down inside would help but after another customer pissed him off for the night he just wanted to go home.

*ping*

Tre

King needs you to drop off whatever you have left behind the store, i'll come by to pick it up.

He was one of Tamsy's biggest customers, only calling him once every couple of months to clean out his inventory or whatever was left after his route of regulars. The blonde haired man hadn'r heard from King in about 6 months which left his nerves uneven, he shuffled in his seat to look back at the half full bag wondering if that would be enough.

cool give me 20

"Tamsy? Full breakfast platter?" The muffled voice said outside of the window.

"Thank you.." He said softly, grabbing the big plastic bag from the woman's hand, slipping her 100$ to take care of the cost.

"I can't even eat this right now.." He mumbled to himself, tossing the food into the passenger seat, taking off out of the parking lot harshly leaving a small mark from his tires. He didn't have time to go back to his house to refill his supply so whatever he had is whatever he got, there shouldn't be a reason why he was so nervous to meet up with him.

The store building was about 20 minutes away from the diner, his openers haven't made it yet to start their shift so he pulled around back to leave the bookbag in a box next to the trashcan, the usual pickup point but today King and Tre were leaning on the hood of all blacked out suburban.

King was a tall man with broad shoulders wearing an all black fit consisting of black slacks, a tight black belt with a shiny silver crown belt buckle and a fitted black tee. He always had Tre around as his right hand, the one who does his dirty work and the only person he didn't kill when he left the gang life to pursue something better-owning properties like the sole building Tamsy was dealing and making clothes out of.

The car shut off with a turn of his keys, grabbing the bag from the backseat still with little pricks of anxiety pumping through his veins, he got out to dap up King and Tre, tossing the back to him while he did a pat down to see how full it was.

"He good.." Tre spoke, throwing the bag to the huge man who kept his eyes on the blonde.

"How have you been Tamsy? I haven't heard any updates on the store or from you personally." King asked, pulling out a huge money clip of cash, counting to a random number then placing the thick stack of bills into Tamsy's hand.

"It's hard to get in contact with you, we both have low profiles to keep."

"I give you that, I heard you were thinking about expanding to bigger places. Are you thinking about buying another building from me to keep that plant business together?" He joked, opening his car door to put the bag under the front seat.

"I think the building I have now is just fine, where did you hear that?"

"I got ears everywhere I even heard about that ordeal with Connie, what drove you two apart?"

"He's not somebody I associate with anymore that's all, he moves differently so I want it to stay that way..are you here to question me or are we done here?" He spoke with a puzzled look, wondering why they were having small talk instead of the quick one-two interaction.

"Just wanted to see where your head was at, we went ghost for a little while." King smiled, signaling Tre to start the truck to go on about their lives. "I'll be around more often, Haven's got me running around doing wedding shit so i'll hit you back.." King chuckled to himself, hopping back into the suburban while Tre backed out of the alley way leaving Tamsy alone with a shit ton of money and his thoughts tangled up.

How can he know Haven didn't tell him?

Y/N

The bag spoke before you could open its contents, definitely proving that whatever he gave you wasn't Connie's, which you weren't expecting but grateful that you didn't have to smoke 2 blunts to feel something. You kept the boy's name on repeat in your mind, images of his eyes flashing back in your head like reruns on cable tv, you felt like you've seen him before but nobody in town looked like that, especially someone with that hair color. No matter the thoughts, you had what you needed and finally started your 'night' routine at 3 something in the morning.

You cut your speaker on to connect your phone to the blue tooth, walking towards your closet to pull out your smoke box to refill your jar and have enough left out to roll a thick back wood. Grabbing your shower materials, you heard your phone go off with a message which you were expecting from Connie asking about Tamsy's stuff but instead it was Daija with the daily report of what happened at the restaurant. You'd think a 24 hour diner would have no problems but after 2 am is when the real show begins, once all the clubs let out.

"Hey Siri, call D!" You called out to your phone, placing your rolling tray onto your lap, breaking down the nugs.

"..calling Dickhead.."

"No! Shit-" You cursed, picking up your phone to stop it from calling Connie back, you let out a sharp breath when it clicked straight to voicemail, manually calling Daija for tonight's debrief.

"I just left.." You answered, propping your phone to continue to roll.

“We’re slammed! Sasha came through about 10 minutes ago so I don’t need you rushing back, but it’s only Thursday! I wanted to see if you were resting..”

You lit the blunt with a lighter, dragging it back and forth to dry the wet parts, putting an end to your lips to inhale the thick yellow smoke emitting into the air.

“I consider this resting..oh shit..” You coughed, holding your chest to get it all out but each one burned more than the last.

“That’s relaxing to you?” Daija groaned, putting her hand and elbow on the desk listening to the kitchen yell out orders, clashing pots and pans zooming you back into the kitchen through the phone. You turned your volume down to separate your peace.

“It’s the only way to calm my nerves down after a night like tonight, on a good note I listened to what you said, my slots are booked this week finally!”

“Every slot? I told you promoting your hair business at the diner would help!”

“I think i’m still 5,000$ away from the down payment so all i really need is a few more months..”

“Then you’re leaving me?”

“You’re always welcome in my chair! Don’t do that!”

“I’m just teasing, I'm glad you’re back on your feet after everything went down..” Daija spoke, shifting her eyes down.

“I’m straight! It was nothing you know me..this new shit definitely hit better then what i usually get.” You said, turning around to ash the blunt, unclenching your jaw.

“I might have to try it with you when I take off from here if you’re still up. I’m hearing yelling up front so i gotta go.”

“Please promise to call me if it gets crazy, you know I'm here for you.”

“You promise to do the same?”

“I can’t guaranteeeeee that the phones will work if i do call it’s-“

“Exactly, i’ll see you next weekend..”

The phone line cuts out letting the music play back on the speakers only to leave you in your thoughts. Daija opened the diner about 2 years ago once the two of you graduated college with the same major, business. You met her on campus with her being your sophomore year roommate, you were on your third major change and any hopes of graduating looked bleak considering you didn't know what you wanted to do with your life. Asking around for advice made it seem like you were weak, like this is stuff you were supposed to have figured out. The thought of dropping out and having to go back to your mother's face with all the tuition money blown and nothing to show for it burdened you, knowing they would rub your sibling's success in your face.

"Do you want to work for somebody for the rest of your life or work for yourself?" Daija asked, sitting on her bed across the room from you.

"I don't want to work!"

"Then you settle..if you don't want to change..you're settling for this life. Are you satisfied?"

"I don't want to seem like I'm copying you! I went from Psychology, Criminal Justice, NURSING?"

"I'm going into business so I can open up my own spot! I already have the certifications due to my mom, I just want to own it! What do you want with your name on it? You act like you can't do both..what do YOU want?"

Her voice echoed in your head repeating the sentence like a mantra hoping that the message would stick into your scalp and it did. 2 and half years later you had the plans to get your own building and start pushing towards your own salon. It was a talent you picked up as early as two, braiding and playing in your baby doll's hair, hooking your friends up before football games, state competitions, field trips, back to school, prom you always had a way to bring money in your pocket. The question was is this the path you wanted to choose?

Your heart grew attached to the fast paced environment of the restaurant and the fast money from the tips and big hosting parties they would have. When Daija reached out to you for a job there you took the position in a heartbeat using the money to pay off your Comestology loans and the apartment you were currently sitting in. What was so hard about the switch?

Shaking your head out of your thoughts, you blinked back into reality to finish your routine so you could do what Daija intended: Relax and prep yourself for the busy morning scheduled ahead, the first slot booked was floor length boho, you winced from the imaginary feeling of your fingers cramping. You went over to your booking site to see the girl's name and what you had to do for the entire service.

"okay...Haven...wig takedown..wash..alright.." You sighed, this is what you signed up for. You were excited for your first client that you didn't have an already known connection with and it was one step closer to where you finally wanted to be. You made up your mind, the end of the road was not far ahead, you just had to stay to yourself, keep your paper pretty and stay out of the way.

8:57 am- Y/n’s House

If you timed everything right you should be able to sleep after 5..maybe 3 if the other girl cancels which you knew she wasn't, you knew her too well for her to flake on you like that. You showered and washed away all the grease, eggs and bacon smell off of your body and threw on some pajama pants and a throwaway shirt, walking into the living room where everything was set up. The hair was presectioned, you had your sink ready all you needed was the body.

*knock knock knock*

"Hey, it's nice to meet you! I'm Y/n." You greeted the girl, watching her give you a shy wave back.

"So she's just as nervous as me.." You thought to yourself to reassure your nerves.

"I'm Haven, I hope I'm not late one of my boys hooked this up for me."

"Oh no girl, you're right on time. If you don't mind take off your shoes, get comfortable, you're gonna be here for a minute." You said with a giggle in your throat.

"Yeah fasho, I saw your pics on Insta and told my boyfriend to hook me up! Your prices are crazy for what you can do!"

"I'm just starting out! I got my license but I wanna do my own thing and get me a salon so I'm trapping out my house right now." You chuckled, motioning her to sit in the seat so you could start the take down. She removed the wig she had on previously so she still had some residue on her head and scalp, the wash would clear her right up.

"That's wassup, I'll be the first slot on the books! And please don't mind my scalp it's been a month or two since my last hairstyle cuz I've stresssedddd." She enuciated, you cocked your brow from the suddden openess she was showing but then again you were playing and scratching the good parts in her head, she felt like she was at home just like you wanted.

"What's got your scalp like this? I'm not one to be in any bodies business so i'll take the shorter version." You asked with a geniune tone, another perk of being a hairdresser, staying up to date on what's happening.

"To put it like this, I fucked up.." She laughed, folding her tongue over her teeth, like she was happy with what she did.

"Fucked up how?"

"Okay so do you know Kingston? Ex leader of the Kobras? Crazy guy that killed his entire gang and somehow only got off with simple probation because the witness showed up missing?"

"No but now i'm concered for you! How fucked up is fucked up?"

"I met him at this kickback I went to a couple years back, he said he liked my vibe and we ended up fucking in a random room and ever since then he's been calling me his "lady" and I wasn't on that with him, you know? I was trying to get back at Connie from Paradis Heights?"

"I don't know him either..I'm the type to keep to myself. I work at Daija's so I don't even have time to mess with them niggas out there." you continued, dragging the comb through the braid to released it from its tighten form. Hearing his name made your heart jump through your chest, changing your breathing.

"I knew I liked you, but anyways yeah, I was messing around with King for a bit then shit got serious. He proposed to me girl.."

"In front of people?? How long was yall messing around?"

"6-7 months? I've only been with Connie for about 2 and half three years? When I found out Connie didn't really give a fuck about what I was doing I stopped hitting him up for weed, I started using who King goes to annd well..."

"I'm learning you have a type.."

"You telling me a man holding thousands in his pocket with good weed and bomb dick isn't your type?"

"I can't say it ain't and I can't say it is..I'm trying to change my waysss.." You playfully whined, listening to her laugh at your antics.

You had 5 hours left of this appointment and you had to play your part or she find out who you were..the reason Connie stopped giving a fuck about her.

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